I thought I looked a bit doof this morning when I put this creation on, but I grew to love it as the day wore on!
When the girls I work with asked me what I wanted for my birthday, I said "A boyfriend, har har" and they started going on about swapping me for camels and so forth (Oh, incidentally Simon, "Starbucks in the town" was cited as THE place to go to look at young fitties, so maybe the one that hates you is more a case of the lady doth protest too much, hem hem...) but in the end they didn't sell me to the highest bidder, they gave me a fantastically tacky leopard-print jacket instead.
I LOVE it.
It is our Christmas party tonight, and the jacket will be given its first outing. I don't think it particularly goes with my dress, and I will freeze my knackers off* but I DON'T CARE.
*Have I even got knackers? Is it a synonym for balls? I'm going to Google... Ah yes, apparently it's "a low and dialect 19th and 20th century term", coming from 'knockers'. Or it could mean a knacker as in the knacker's yard, or it could also have roots in 'gonads', yes ok, that's enough about knackers now, dear me, I shall blush.
I'm going to show you a close-up of my 'do, so be prepared to worship me as a hair guru, because I've got a necklace on my head again, and I look BRILLIANT.
|Gormless, but oh-so-glam.|
Right, I'm off for some Christmassy fun. Hope I survive - you haven't partied until you've partied with primary school teachers, that's for sure!